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Tap innn🚀🚀

[iammoudini @thegod_Moudini]

@_WizardChan_ Wene bless us this day with a glorious verse ❤️ amen 🙏🏿

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@Kolly264 Take your time

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Some games have no business being this good in every department. 😭🔥

Gameplay? Peak.
Story? Peak.
Graphics? Peak.
Music? Straight to the soul.

Which game are we talking about? 👀🎮

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@DFWMEEEE Fair enough 😂 thought you’d take it back to the PS2 era. Those games were peak ASF. 🔥

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@mathew2773 You don’t play games?

[Raizen @DFWMEEEE]

That feeling when your younger brother is now taller than you 🥲

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@DFWMEEEE Which one

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

From that night, Nneka's mother never allowed her near the stream again.

Years later, shortly before her death, she gave Nneka one strange warning.

"If you ever hear my voice calling you from my bedroom at night, don't open the door."

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

When Nneka was nine, she drowned in a village stream.

The villagers searched until nightfall but couldn't find her body.

Then, at midnight, her mother returned home with Nneka.

Alive. Smiling. Not a scratch on her.

But something was wrong.

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

I am back fully guys 💃💃

It really felt like a cage these past few days 😩

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

May we not struggle endlessly for the things that should bring us joy.

May God bless our efforts, connect us to the right people, and give us reasons to smile this Wednesday. 🙏🏽

Have a fruitful Wednesday my people ❣️

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

"Resist the Urge to Shalaye" is an advice to married and relationship people..

Enjoy your partner in peace o..

Cus once you come here to talk about something special your partner did, bitter people will call it "bare minimum"..

That's how doubts creep in😂

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

Do this early morning preachers really convert anybody or it's just performative?😩

[Nneoma🤨 @mynne000]

X gave me a gift that rekindled my spirit yesterday.🎉

A stepper closer to the goal in sight😀

I appreciate you all for bringing me this far🌹

And I would not take y'all's support for granted😘

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[Maryam Jan Akbari @MaryamJanAkbari]

There is a story that circulates about the first Italian elections women could vote in. Ballots were invalidated if they carried any stray mark, so the story goes that women wiped their mouths clean before entering the polling station, and some stopped wearing lipstick altogether, rather than risk a smudge that would void their vote.

I have not been able to verify the lipstick detail, so I offer it as a story rather than a fact. What is not in question is the underlying arrangement: the right existed, and it came with conditions about how a woman presented herself while exercising it.

I recognise that instinct precisely, because I have obeyed it.

When I arrived in Sweden I was a journalist who had reported on things that made staying in my country impossible. In Swedish I was a person who spoke slowly and made errors. So I learned to say less. I kept my opinions to sentences I was confident I could construct correctly, which meant my opinions became simpler than my thinking.

Nobody instructed me to do that. There was no rule. I worked out what would get me taken seriously and I removed the rest.

That is the mechanism, and it has almost nothing to do with any particular era.

A woman entering a room where she has technically been granted the right to speak still calculates the terms. Not too emotional. Not too certain. Not too foreign. Not too personal. She wipes off whatever she has identified as the thing that would give someone a reason to discount her, and she does it so routinely that she stops registering it as removal.

Here is what makes it expensive rather than merely sad.

What she removes is usually the specific part. The accent, the history, the experience nobody else in the room has. She is filing off exactly the material that would have made her contribution unlike anyone else's, and presenting the cleaned-up version, which is competent and completely interchangeable.

Then she wonders why her work is respected and never quite remembered.

The right to speak was never really the finish line. Every woman reading this already has it, legally. The question is what she is still removing before she uses it, and whether that requirement is genuinely coming from the room or from a room she left years ago.

You do not need permission to take up space. You need to notice what you are wiping off on the way in.

♻️ Repost this if you have edited something out of yourself to be taken seriously.

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[Maryam Jan Akbari @MaryamJanAkbari]

I lived the first thirteen years of my life unregistered. No papers, no legal existence, in a country that was not mine to be in.

You become resourceful. There is no alternative available. You learn to work out what can be done with what is actually present, because waiting for the correct conditions is not one of the options.

So when I see the advice that resourcefulness matters more than resources, I recognise it as true and I want to add the sentence that always gets left off.

I would have taken the resources.

Resourcefulness is a real skill and it is worth having. It is also, very often, a scar. It is what a person develops when nobody is going to provide anything, and describing it purely as an advantage quietly implies that the deprivation was useful.

It was not useful. It was expensive, and I got good at something because of it.

Both of those are true at once and most advice only holds one of them.

Here is where it becomes practical, and why I am writing about it rather than just objecting.

The women I work with are almost never short of resourcefulness. They have run businesses on nothing. They have rebuilt in new countries. They have carried teams, households, and other people's work. Tell that woman to be more resourceful and you are handing her a skill she already has in surplus.

What she is short of is the thing resourcefulness was never designed to replace. Someone opening a door. An introduction. Being invited into a room she has no route into.

And because she has spent years managing without those, she has stopped asking for them. She solves around the obstacle rather than naming it, because solving alone is what she knows how to do and asking exposes her to a refusal she has had before.

That is the cost nobody mentions. Resourcefulness, past a certain point, becomes a reason not to ask.

I cleared every requirement Sweden set. Language, income, a master's degree, work, tax, citizenship. I am not asking anyone to lower a bar. But I cleared them because people opened doors, not because I was resourceful enough on my own.

So use what is in front of you. Start before conditions are right.

And then ask for the thing. You have been solving without it for long enough.

♻️ Repost this if you have become so capable alone that you have stopped asking for help.

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[Maryam Jan Akbari @MaryamJanAkbari]

In 2022 I worked twelve-hour days for months. Posting, engaging, sitting in conversations late into the evening, doing everything the strategy said to do.

In 2023 I launched something and it did not land.

Both years were hard in exactly the same way. Same exhaustion, same doubt at the end of the day, same private question about whether I had misjudged myself entirely.

One of them was building something. The other was not.

I could not tell the difference from the inside, and that is the part almost nobody says out loud.

There is a comfortable idea circulating that difficulty is a signal. If it feels hard, you must be attempting something that matters. If it were easy, everyone would be doing it.

It is reassuring and it is not reliable. The failing launch was hard too. The wrong relationship is hard. Staying somewhere that has stopped working is extremely hard, and the difficulty of it is often the reason a woman believes she should continue.

Doubt does not distinguish. It shows up for both.

So here is what I use instead, because I have needed something better than encouragement.

Is anything changing that only I can see? Not results. Capability. Am I better at this than I was four months ago, in some way I could actually describe to someone? Real building produces private progress long before it produces public progress. Stagnation produces neither.

Does it still sound like me when I say it out loud? The failing launch never did. I could hear the borrowed language every time I described the offer. That is not a difficulty problem, it is an alignment problem, and no amount of persistence solves it.

Am I learning things I could not have learned faster another way? If the answer is no, the hardness is friction, not investment.

None of these are comfortable questions and none of them are quick. They are more useful than being told that struggle means significance.

Because women are already over-supplied with reasons to endure. What most of the women I work with need is not more resilience. It is a way to tell the difference between the season that is building something and the season that is simply costing them.

Hard is not a verdict. It is just a feeling, and it turns up for everything.

♻️ Repost this if you have been told that difficulty means you are on the right path.

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[Maryam Jan Akbari @MaryamJanAkbari]

My first months in Sweden, the hardest part of the day was the evening.

The daytime had tasks. Forms, offices, a language to start climbing into. Then the day would end and I would look at my phone and understand there was nobody I could call. Not because people were unkind. I had not been here long enough to build anyone yet.

I handled it. I was extremely good at handling it. I had been handling things without assistance since I was a child without papers in a country that did not register my existence.

It took me years to notice what that competence had quietly become.

There is a version of self-sufficiency that starts as necessity and hardens into something else. A woman learns to manage alone because there is no alternative. The alternative eventually appears, and she does not use it, because asking now feels like admitting the years of managing were optional.

So she keeps solving. And the solving is real, and people admire it, and she is praised for exactly the thing that is isolating her.

I see the pattern most clearly in how women handle their work.

She will not tell anyone the launch went badly. She will not ask the person one step ahead of her how they did it. She will sit in the group where other women are talking and not post the question, because posting the question means someone might know she does not already have the answer.

None of that is shyness. It is a calculation, and it is usually based on an earlier experience of asking and being handled badly.

Here is what changed it for me, and it was not a decision to be braver.

When I arrived, an editor said yes to something I wrote. A woman I had never met read it and posted a letter to a refugee accommodation. She bought me a notebook and told me to fill it. I did not request any of that. It was offered, and I was just barely open enough to accept it.

I cleared every requirement this country sets. Language, income, a degree, work, tax, citizenship. I am not asking anyone to lower a bar. But I did not clear a single one of them alone, and for years I told the story as though I had, because that version made me sound stronger.

It also made me sound like someone nobody had helped, which was a lie, and an ungenerous one.

If you are the capable one, ask for a single thing this week that you would normally solve around.

Not because you cannot manage. Because managing has become the habit that keeps everyone at a distance.

♻️ Repost this for the woman who has become so capable that nobody thinks to check on her.

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[Maryam Jan Akbari @MaryamJanAkbari]

Claim it!

[Maryam Jan Akbari @MaryamJanAkbari]

Claim it!😇

[GwenMonAmour @Deb_kampfer]

@justyanny21 tpos na ko lab, wa koy sud an tawon, looy ko karon,